The Delinquent Teens
While Mick held himself steady to the rails atop his truck, his evil grin sharpened as his gang was on fast approached towards the Bus Train; some early rising adults that were just now exiting their homes to head for work, shook their fists at the unruly teens making such racket with their vehicles' engines as the convey zoomed past them.
As Mick's gang finally rounded the four way intersection that the bus train crossed, He wordlessly pointed out with his finger at the top of the train, signaling for his dirt bike riders to start driving their motor bikes onto the train.
His lackeys riding their dirt bikes grinned, not bothering to wear a helmet, as helmet were for nerds and were uncool; the teens riding their dirt bikes revved their gas handles, making their motor bikes front wheels lift up to perform a wheelie, before they began ramping up over cars as impromptu ramps.
Unfortunately for the cars, the damage caused by the unruly teens were cracked windows and dented hoods.
Mick smirked gleefully as he watched his teen lackeys land aboard the top of the roofs, causing the kids inside to shout in surprise from inside the bus train cars; he banged at the top of the roof of his truck and shouted, "Get us to the train engine! I want this bus under my control!" he cackled evilly, earning an 'aye aye' from his lackey Earl that drove his truck.
His truck zoomed on ahead while more dirt bikes ramped off from cars to land atop the train cars, before the teens aboard their bikes would get off and climb into the train cars to cause chaos.
Today was shaping up to be quite fun!
Numbuhs 1 and 362
Having been picked up earlier in the day than his other friends, Numbuh 1 sat within the first train car. When he first heard the ruckus of engines, he did not dread but instead express annoyance and some anger as he peered out his window. "Teenagers." he spat as if the word itself was poison.
His hands palmed against his window he sat next to while his bus seat companion seated beside him was Numbuh 362 dressed in her casual clothes, she expressed her own annoyance at having to deal with Teenagers on top of having to go to school. "Just great! And I was hoping this day wouldn't get any worse!" she declared.
Numbuh 1's head turned as he watched the leading truck head towards the train engine, while a beat up car drove up beside the train car they both rode in earning Numbuh 1's attention next; the teens inside looked like those teens with face paint on and listened to that crazy clown group music, jugglers they called themselves.
The teens inside the car that drove up to their train car hooted and hollered while the drivers smiled a painted black teeth smile up at the children in contrast to his white face paint. "Hey kiddies, the jugglers are here, time for some atomic wedgies!" The teen yelled from outside while driving his car, causing screams of fright from the other kids of the train car the two operatives rode in.
Numbuh 1 snarled, "Teenagers, making children miserable, just as bad as adults!" he spat, earning a nod from Numbuh 362, before he turned around in his seat towards her, "Numbuh 362, can you handle them, while I go on up ahead to deal with that teenager on the truck?" he asked her, urgency evident in his tone.
"Sure can!" Numbuh 362 answered him with a confident smirk, and pulled out a hairdryer from her bookbag, and clipped a wooden stock on the back of it. "I knew taking my homemade heat-ball gun was the correct course of action!" she remarked, and cocked the pump beneath the hair dryer's barrel to chamber its ammo ready.
Numbuh 1 smirked back before both climbed out from their seats, with Numbuh 362 waiting in the middle of the aisle and Numbuh 1 racing off towards the front to head towards the train bus engine.
As her fellow operative Numbuh 1 exited the train car out the front, Numbuh 362 waited for one of the juggler teens to enter, "alright everyone, heads down!" she shouted, earning every kids' attention, "I am now designating this an official KND business, and I need everyone to keep calm as best as you can!" she ordered, earning many relieved looks from her fellow kids.
Seeing that most of the kids were doing as ordered, Numbuh 362 waited for one of the teens to enter from the back door; it wasn't long until indeed a teen with clown face paint on slammed the sliding door open with a maniacal grin, "Hey kiddies-" he was about to speak more, before Numbuh 362 began firing her heat-ball gun at him, the hairdryer itself making 'pew-pew' laser noises as balls of red smacked him in the face.
"Aaaah!" The teen screamed as he held his face in pain, feeling intense heat smack him dead in the face, before more was felt all over his body as Numbuh 362 turned her gun into an automatic heat-ball gun with a switch on it.
"Get off this train!" Numbuh 362 yelled with anger and an intense look in her eyes as she fired her automatic hairdryer at the teen, each shot sending the teen stumbling back from the pain of intense heat.
Meanwhile with Numbuh 1, he was able to enter through the train engine that functioned as a bus as well with its large diesel engine at the front; Numbuh 1 glared at the red headed teen that looked like he lived in a trailer park. The teen smirked as he held the bus train conductor as paintball gunpoint, "Keep driving old man, and I might just let you go free without shooting you in the face!"
While Numbuh 1 creeped behind the back seat spare, most of the bus was empty of children, save for VIPs such as teachers and other workers, Numbuh 1 loathed that he was about to save these cruddy adults, but this teen was the leader of the teens, and he had to get rid of him!
The teen on the other hand smirked as he aimed his paintball gun out at the faculty staff, "Alright, listen up, this is a shake down! Hand over all your money, and no one gets their faces painted red and blue!" he announced with a giddy sneer.
Numbuh 1 scowled as he pulled out a gumball machine gun from his book bag he still had on his back, and turned the safety off, "Stupid teenager." he spat, and hopped up to stand atop the empty seat that had no one sitting in it, "Not on my watch!" Numbuh 1 yelled, earning the teen's attention, both of them now aimed their respective weapons at each other.
"Well now…" The teen leader said while smirking, the two of them stared at each other from both ends of the bus, "Ain't this just peachy, we got ourselves a hero here!" he remarked with a cruel grin.
The air became tense, before both fired their guns; Numbuh 1 had to dodge to the left into another seat, while the teen leader ducked behind a seat.
As Numbuh 1 readied himself to run out to dodge and fire at the teen, the teacher of the bus seat he dove onto was Mister Winterhall, he looked down at him with a concerned look, "Mister Uno!?" he asked, earning an annoyed look from Numbuh 1.
"Not right now!" Numbuh 1 said with a grouch as he ran out from his hiding, while the teen too ran out as well, the both of them fired at each other. Numbuh 1 was able to aim and fire his gumballs into the eyes of the teen, blinding him temporarily with gum plastered eyes, causing the teen leader to miss his shots at Numbuh 1.
"You stupid snot nosed brat!" The teen leader shouted as he stopped to pull the gum from off his eyes.
Once the teen leader was able to finally pull the gum off his eyes, he was soon greeted to the sight of Numbuh 1's foot heading for his face, as Numbuh 1 jumped up and threw himself at the teen with a flying kick, "Hyah!" Numbuh 1 yelled, and earned a satisfying smack as his foot landed in the teens face.
The teen leader was sent stumbling back while Numbuh 1 landed on his feet, before the operative aimed his gumball gun at the teens feet and fired, making the teen's feet stick in place with gum. "Woah!" the teen leader yelled as he fell backwards onto his back while his feet were still stuck to the floor.
As the teen groggily blinked his eyes and looked up with a splitting headache from his head hitting the floor, Numbuh 1 stalked forward and aimed his gumball machine gun down at the teens face while sneering at the leader, "Lights out." Numbuh 1 said, before he covered the teen's face and head in a barrage of gumballs.
Tanya
There were several bangs aboard the roof of the bus train, while a few cars were driven up beside the train car Tanya was in, all of them were driven by teens with rowdy and uncouth behavior. Before long, both ends of the train car she was in were opened up, one side had two teens that were riding dirt bikes, and the other had black and white clown paint on his face.
Tanya's eyes sharpened a bit as she reached back into her bookbag to grab a pepper spray, it was an accessible form of self defense, and a reasonable tactic to blind her enemies. Valerie meanwhile murmured to her to be careful.
The teen with the clown face paint walked in from the door nearest her and Valerie, expressing a gleeful smirk as he viewed all the kids, "Alright, cough up your money!" he ordered, while the other two teens on the other side stalked forward with small burlap sacks, "Everything valuable you have, we want it too!" he announced an evil smile prevalent on his painted face.
The teen soon turned toward Tanya, who had her pepper spray hidden beside her, "You girly, cough it all up!" he demanded while pulling out a baseball bat from his belt loop, and waved it through the air at her, "Or nighty night!" he followed up saying.
"Attack!" The KND girl yelled as she and her fellow operative tackled the biker teens first once they reached them, earning the clown face teen's attention.
"Hey! I didn't-aaaaah!" The teen screamed as Tanya stood up and aimed her pepper spray into his eyes, "My eyes!!!!" he screamed while clutching at his closed eyelids in pain, fervently rubbing at them to rid the irritating pain.
Tanya glared at the teen as he fell backwards, "I can't see!" He yelled, earning a smirk from Tanya as she sat back down.
Valerie on the other hand glared at the teen as she leaned forwards, "Serves that teen right! She sneered, while Tanya stepped out from her seat and walked over to the distressed teen rubbing at his eyes, failing to rid the pepper from his now red eyes.
"I do not wish to be late for school, and these teens are possibly ruining our schedule." Tanya conversed back with Valerie, while in the background, the two KND operatives were fighting with the dirt bike riding teens.
As Tanya approached the teen, he looked at her with a sneer and angered look as he tried to look at her through his pained eyes, "Snot nose…nosed brat…I-I'll make you pay!" he yelled, and tried to throw a fist at her, only for Tanya to easily dodge the lame punch attempt at her to the side, and sprayed more pepper spray into the teens eyes, "AAAAH!!" The teen screamed as he held his eyes in pain and fell back to roll side to side.
Tanya glared down at the teen as he suffered from her pepper spray, and looked over at Valerie with a curious look, "We should contact the truant officer of these teens, I'm sure they'll be happy to take these teens to some form of detention."
Valerie smirked and nodded at her friend as she sat in her seat, "Yeah! Make them suffer some highschool punishment or something, make them write a ten thousand word essay!" she conversed back with Tanya.
"No, worse." Tanya said back to Valerie as she stepped back into her seat to sit with her friend, "They should write a one hundred word essay, followed by hours of community service." she suggested with a nod at her idea, before shrugging, "But it's entirely up to the truant officers." she added.
Before either of them could talk any further however, the KND girl with the red hat walked over with a suspicious gaze, signaling that she and her KND friend had finished defeating their teens, "Hey, what's the big deal!?" she asked while keeping an eye on the suffering teen rolling on the ground, whimpering in pain. "I thought you'd side with these Teens!" she gestured at the teen in question.
Tanya simply looked back at the girl, and expressed a bored look, "Not in the slightest, I'm simply enacting my right as an American citizen to defend myself. I wasn't about to let that uncouth teen steal from me." she answered the girl.
Really, it was plain and simple.
Planting her hands against her sides, the girl looked at Tanya with suspicion from under her hat, "riiight" she drawled out, before moving over to the teen and began using duct tape to trap him to the floor for the remainder of the train ride, "Numbuh 5's still keeping an eye on you at school!" she said back.
While the KND girl was busying herself in subduing the clown paint faced teen, Tanya looked back over to her friend Valerie, "Oh, by the way, Valerie will you by chance be willing to help me run as the 4th grade president? I'm hoping to win this time around, it would look good on my school records to be the classes' president." She asked her friend.
Valerie smiled appreciatively, "Why sure! It would also look good on mine too, to work as your secretary! It'll also provide us both as extra credit from what I hear if we run a good campaign in the eyes of our teachers!"
Numbuh 5/Abigail Lincoln
After she finished tying down the teen, her ears picked up the conversation Tanya was having with her classmate Valerie; that sort of information was very vital to hear, she'd have to discuss it with Numbuh 1 and the others.
No way were they about to let that evil girl be elected!
Once Numbuh 5 finished her work, she and Numbuh 4 searched the rest of the cars to see if they needed help. Numbuh 2 and 3 were already able to secure their car, and up ahead, Numbuh 1 and 362 managed theirs.
Numbuh 86 and 12 were able to work from the far back and forward, so by the end of the train ride, the whole situation was settled, all teens were incapacitated.
Now, presently standing outside in front of her school along with Numbuh 4 'Wally', Gallagher Elementary was now host to a group of Truant officers; the teens were hauled off, no doubt the officers were called on by the teachers aboard the train. Both she and Numbuh 4 were approached by Numbuh 1, 2 and 3, while the other children and operatives made for the school.
"Numbuh 5 has something to say." Abby said as she walked with her sector into school, that evil girl Tanya and her classmate had already headed inside long ago before them along with the other children.
Numbuh 1 spoke up with a certain gaze, "What is it, Numbuh 5?" he asked, a curious tone in his voice.
Numbuh 5 walked up to keep in step with her sector's leader, "It was weird, but that evil girl, she took out one of the teens with pepper spray, Numbuh 5 swore she'd help those teens rob the train!" she explained.
"Cheh," Numbuh 4 punched his fist with anger, "And there I was hoping I'd have another go at her during the ride! That girl can't be trusted at school!"
Numbuh 1 shook his head and spoke with Numbuh 5, "That girl was more than likely willing to fight those stupid teenagers, teens have no respect for authority, much less tolerate kids." he reasoned, earning a nod from most of his team, sans Numbuh 5.
"Still though…" Numbuh 5 remarked with a cautious tone, the five of them entered through the open entrance of their school in the meanwhile, "Numbuh 5 saw her use pepper spray, would have thought she'd overpower the teens with those powers of hers."
"Hmmm." Numbuh 1 palmed his chin while he walked alongside his friend Numbuh 5, "That is indeed suspicious, perhaps she was unable to drink coffee…thus, she is now powerless!" he surmised.
"Perfect!" Numbuh 4 exclaimed as he smirked and punched his palm again, "I can confront her during recess, and challenge her to a fight, moonah a moonah!" he said, earning an eyeroll from Numbuh 2.
"It's 'mono e mano', Numbuh 4!" Numbuh 2 chastised his friend while walking beside him, "We just watched that movie with the hero that said that line last night, how can you already forget!" he threw his arms up in exasperation.
"Hmph." Numbuh 4 smirked as he thumbed at himself, while giving Numbuh 2 a sideways look, "I liked my version bettah!"
"Ugggh!" Numbuh 2 rolled his eyes again.
While the two continued to converse about the movie they watched last night, Numbuh 5 continued to Numbuh 1, "Oh, and another thing, Numbuh 5 overheard that girl is planning on running for the fourth grade president position!"
"Now that bit of information is troubling!" Numbuh 1 snapped his fingers, "It wasn't enough for her to destroy our treehouse bases, and defeat us the next day! She no doubt has some vile plans in motion if she becomes fourth grade president!" he declared with a glare into the air.